A Lil' of This, A Lil' of That

I was at the dealership for 3 hours tonight. Hopefully I will have the car within the next 24 hours. Cross your fingers.

GO BIG RED! I found this particularly true: "We need a head coach with strong defensive credentials and great leadership," Osborne said. "We were also looking for someone who can inspire confidence and get players to play with great effort...And, of course, we also wanted our new head coach to understand our traditions, including the importance of our walk-on program and the importance of football in this state."

Basically, FUCK YOU CALLAHAN. Some might question my hostility towards our douchebag of a former coach, but here's what really gets me about him. When, after a year in the state, you're asked what you like best about it and you say your office, that makes you a douchebag. Not to mention THIS SHIT. MORON. You never should have been the coach here and you and your shitty West Coast bullshit shit-tastic worthless offense can go back to the NFL where you can suck some more ass. I fucking hate him and Steve Pederson. DOUCHEBAGS.

I had a ridiculously good time this weekend. It reminded me of the days when Shelly and I first started hanging out back in January of this year, when we were consistently shit-faced at least four time a week for several months on end. This whole weekend, Friday, Saturday, and tonight, was spent at Bricktop. And I have to be to work at 7:30 tomorrow. To teach the children. Good thing we only had a couple J2s tonight.

My birthday is going to be SICK. I am so excited, I can not wait. I just hope the stupid boy is there and doesn't ruin it by being a douchebag. He just needs to stand there and smile and be pretty. Kelsey better not forget my diamond stud earrings. I'm sure he's already found a way to screw it up and forget. Good thing I can buy them myself.

This guy came into work the other night and was so disgustingly hairy, it was crazy. In Britty's words, "When I say hairy, I mean like a rug." It was gross. I wanted to wax him. He had on a t-shirt that was pretty think and you could see his hair. It wasn't even patchy, he looked like a fucking bear. And it was sticking up out of his shirt. I wanted to vomit.

Tomorrow I am hopefully getting the car. Like I said, cross your fingers. I haven't cared enough to want anything this badly in a long time. Except of course for the stupid boy. But that's been going on for months now and there's no end in sight to the madness. If I could have him and the car, I'd be content. At least until I got bored with him. But I'd never get bored with that car, and we all know I wouldn't really get bored with him either.

Bedtime.